Sunday, March 6, 2016

WAITS IN THE COLD





 areyou-stillawake


The castle waits in the cold.
In the deepening snow.
Brutal winds charge against it.
Icicles hang from it.
It holds strong and steady.
It waits for us.
To give us shelter in the storm.
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